I turned the TV on but could not think of anything but what they were doing in my own bed". I could hear and guess though. After a few orgasms I heard... I heard my wife calling my name. She asked me why I left the room and told me she missed me. That admission was enough for me to lay on the bed with them and pull her legs apart. I noticed cum dripping from her pussy. I was very horny and high and my wife running her hands through my hair and brining my heard closer to her wet pussy made me feel. Her empty small apartment is dark and lonely. There sits on the mantle a faded photo of her family, back when they were all happy and together. It's so faded and old that her image has almost faded away.It was funny to her how all those cocks, the big ones, the long ones, and the thick ones had all merged together. She only really remembered two of them: Joe's, god that thing was magnificent, and her husbands."Funny, how I can't remember anything else about Joe ... was he blond? What did he do. "Oh, it's going just brilliant." Their guest said as he walked up to the window and held his gun to Kelly and May. Both girls froze, their eyes going wide. "But it would go even better if you two could do oblige me and step out of the car for a moment." Kelly and May got out and moved to walk over to Rita, all three holding their hands on their heads."Now, I'd very much appreciate it if you all could promptly put your valuables into the trunk here." The girl nodded, putting their phones,. Her knees trembling, she stood silently in front of the desk behind which he sat, his head bent over a pile of documents, his computer screen glowing blue alongside. Her shoulders slumped and her toes pointed awkwardly inwards, waiting for the man responsible for her future discomfort to address her. He wrote neatly with his left hand, the paper skewed sideways before him. There was a dark birthmark on the base of his thumb, about the size of a fifty-pence coin; Vicky had seen this mark many.